As you can tell from these pictures, Mitchell does really well in his exersaucer. He's also gotten pretty good at playing with toys, although at church today, none of the bright, infant-approved toys I'd brought from home were nearly as cool as the paper I got in Relief Society (which he managed to crumple, soften, and shred very quickly). Pretty much, Mitchell is a very happy kid as long as he has someone paying him attention. He's already learned that the best way to get picked up is just to smile really big, get very excited, and stick his arms out whenever we walk by. How can a parent resist?
Ok, it's not the boys doing all this posting--it's Mom.
My perfect day: I wake to the sound of a cooing baby after sleeping a full nine uninterrupted hours. After doing yoga, I wake the other three, cheerful boys (not one of whom has morning breath or bed-head), and they immediately make their beds and race downstairs to see who gets to practice piano first. Our morning is filled with science experiments, poetry, and history lessons, and math assignments that are so much fun. We spend the afternoon doing arts and crafts projects while making no mess and eating very healthy snacks. Then the kids play outside and the baby sleeps while I read, sew, write, paint, sing, play piano, and be brilliant in any number of ways. After a scrumptuous, yet easy to prepare meal, the boys clean the kitchen and we play board games until bedtime. We read great books,lights are out in the boys' rooms by 9 pm, and the house is in perfect order. Then Guy and I cuddle on the couch and listen to music with the lights dimmed. Maybe Guy even gives me a foot rub.
What can I say? I dream the impossible dream. Fortunately, the reality, while much messier, is pretty darn wonderful.
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